My arms, they have morphed...

(Image courtesy: Painting by Jak Savage)

My arms, they have morphed

Limbs, as if another's 

for, even when I play lover,

these arms remain a mother's 

Distant memories of passion remain,

Light scars on my skin

My hands have forgotten

to seek and to sin

Now they move nimbly 

in hushed tenderness

Careful to not hurt

They soothe, they caress

Hungry no more

My arms have learnt to give

to lift minor mountains

and for another, live

Last night, when you broke

My lips refused to kiss

But my heart cradled yours

till you were lulled to sleep

In my mind's eye, 

My arms held you tight

and sang you lullabies 

about hope and fairy lights

My arms, they said to you,

Be afraid not of this fall,

I will love you and hold you,

I will be your all.